I looked around the quiet hall. Shadows stretched across the stairs, watery gray shapes cast by the early morning sunlight which crept in from the manor's other rooms. A few boxes were stacked along a wall nearest the front doors. These were crated with artifacts resulting from my recent research in the Arts and would go to benefit and enrich Frost Enterprises. The rest of Dark Lake Manor remained intact.
There was the temptation to pull it down around me, give the formidable pile of history and stones to fire and leave only the lake and trees behind, even as my mother had. But time had dulled the lash of my pride and temper. I had no heirs now, of course, but Hell, maybe one of the street rats would return to claim the mountains of Spire some day. If not, there were those who had always been welcome here, those who might claim it as sanctuary, a haven from that which hunted them. The wards here would stand even in my death. I had made sure of that.
The sharp smells of approaching spring greeted me as I stepped outside. The seasons were changing, I knew, and I could not hold them back.
There was the temptation to pull it down around me, give the formidable pile of history and stones to fire and leave only the lake and trees behind, even as my mother had. But time had dulled the lash of my pride and temper. I had no heirs now, of course, but Hell, maybe one of the street rats would return to claim the mountains of Spire some day. If not, there were those who had always been welcome here, those who might claim it as sanctuary, a haven from that which hunted them. The wards here would stand even in my death. I had made sure of that.
The sharp smells of approaching spring greeted me as I stepped outside. The seasons were changing, I knew, and I could not hold them back.